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Pisum sativum, Pan…daemonium

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Pisum sativum, Pan…daemonium

Sunbursts and rainbows
Girl chases them like butterflies
Never to be caught.

 

 

Oh well.

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Kuiha

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Kuiha

Morning light in view

Bed warm with an empty side, still

Listen for your breath

Paradiddle

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Paradiddle

The curve of your lip

soft

like your hand on my hip

guide

Flash of the light

sigh

hands clench tight

kiss

Mouth open wide

bite

crest the rolling tide

rise

Scratches arching skin

shiver

secrets spilled ear in

whisper

Space once sought

back

Arm wrapped taut

sleep.

 

 

 

 

it’s not always anxiety.

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it’s not always anxiety.

People have always said that I have “such a great imagination” and it is!

It’s a great imagination! I mean, I have the most amazing dreams and I can draw things and I can remember things and I can visualize and I can mimic and I can create things!!!

…but I can also break my own heart. In fact with this great imagination, I can completely tear my own heart out of my chest, 10 times a day.

I can spend 3 minutes considering possibilities and scenarios that have probably never even crossed another person’s mind; imagining situations that other people might be in, scenarios that other people might have been in, might put me in…
Oh and the conversations I have in my head!
Wow… The subsequent fall out from those imagined interactions.

Oh reverie, what a cold bitch you can be…

I spent a lot of time alone when I was younger…
Out of choice,
Out of necessity,
Out of fear,
Dissociation… my head was my safe space…

I also read a lot; read a lot. I’ve decided that’s probably why I’m the semi functional adult you find here today…I can empathize and imagine reasons for every behavior, even to my own detriment.

That’s probably why I always liked law and social work… huh…

I remember going to school and regaling people with tales about “my friends” from somewhere else, telling my mom about “my friends” at school, and then when questioned, realizing I meant “Oh, I mean this girl, in a book I read”…

Now don’t get me wrong, I appreciate my “Choose your own adventure” brain, I do. I really do.

And honestly, the older I have gotten the more positive the potentials have gotten…

All the various versions of my world… my self imposed variable simulations that I run… they aren’t as dark anymore. Well, mostly not as dark anymore…

Sometimes they’re lovely little scenes that play out and comfort me;

My ability to put myself in other people shoes… to anticipate the next move… word… feeling… it’s a tool. Less a maladaptive coping mechanism now.

Somedays I even think, as I’m sitting at my desk, listening for the differences in one case to the next… struggling to check my bias and my imagination and then an oft random thought, it crosses my mind…

As I’m fake smiling at the person across the room…
Boy, had I the nerve I’d have been an amazing actress…

But I didn’t and I don’t…
But here?

Today?

In this body?

In this state?

In this life?

This version of myself?

I can convince myself we have a connection… we are meant to speak to each other. This is no coincidence, me being me, and you being you, and being here:

at this time,

in this place,

and now.

I have already run the paths, the various iterations of us, the probability, determined the risks to mitigate and the possibilities that we are going to have the most amazing life together.

But, we haven’t even spoken. Not really.

If we passed again on the street… I don’t know if there would even be a glimmer of recognition from you. But me?

Oh, I’d know you. Anywhere. I’ve seen you open your eyes while kissing me. Seen you cry at our first grandchild’s birth. You’ve held my hand while we were given the most heartbreaking news. I’ve watched you grow old, watching me grow old.

I’ve already loved you more fiercely than I’ve loved anything or anyone.

I’ve broken your heart and you’ve broken mine and we came back together so many times we’ve both lost count, because that’s just what we do.

That’s what we do for 33 years. 33 passionate years.

But we haven’t even spoken. Not really, not you.

But me? Well, I’ve got a great imagination.

The Dark

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The Dark

Ubiquitous coupling of individuals:

dating, seeing, hooking up, hoping…

 

Such hope, misshapen and oft, mistakenly placed 

Among those who could be a catalyst… 

For growth

For love

For the exchange of energy 

 

A soft place to fall

A mirror for reflection 

For learning 

For safety

 

Can you be trusted?

Can you trust? 

 

Me in a vulnerable place

You in a similar position 

 

Our traumas they resound 

Like echoes they attract

Signal like a beacon 

Other lost souls

 

Calling out 

to find their way back 

Pain is sensual

An illusion we embrace 

 

But the questions still remains:

Can we hold hands?

Lead each other;

through the forest, 

the trees…

Do we walk toward light

Or retreat back to the dark…

 

Waiting…

Breath held

Throat clasped

Rise

Exhale

 

Fear feels safe…

Somehow

You know.

Bilingual Lattice

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Bilingual Lattice

Wanderlust inside my genes- 

you understand yet I can’t explain it.

Tattooed myself a compass rose;

even had the words planned out.

Magnetic north was elusive, 

my needle was never static. 

External fields always moving-

such chaos was attractive.

I froze. 

Slowed like aging sap,

now Amber; 

just a little rub gave charge.

Attracting lighter temporary adhesions;

Electra complex?

Electrostatic relationships-

Air signs catch the abstract thoughts 

as Pisces pump them out.

Ironic; anemia causes magnetic susceptibility, ha.

Riding ferrous peaks and valleys

Manipulated by polar changes

Strange- the sensation of a covalent bond…

I had forgotten I like chemistry, what attraction!

Atoms search for more stable states…

as within, as all around. 

Pouring myself into you,

I became more positive and you,

You became more negative.

No longer just Gilbert’s permeable membrane; 

It has become more selective.

Osmosis nearly dried me out, 

close the circuit then give back-

a constant flow of electrons 

now is crystalline; 

Translational symmetry.

I want an ionic bond.